Quiet as night Twisting in the breeze of stars,You place feathers for me to find:In the garden, my book bag, a desk drawer.These soft blades of mourningCarve a space in the air for us to meet.Sweet silence. Sweet stillness.Tonight, on this cliffside path, My flashlit footsteps make The small stones speak.

I cannot see it but the ocean is hereLike the heaviness your absence leaves,An anchor sinking, unraveling its chain.There is beauty in this—a merciful peaceThat disrobes the shadows around me,Steadies my gait.

As I wander among the cypress in the dark,You are stones painted white, marking my wayHome to a place I’ve never lived, Under constellations fixed in skies I’ve yet to know.